All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy for sale : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Yvonne stepped out of the restroom, her cheeks still a bit pink from their earlier exchange, but she felt more refreshed now. As she walked back to the small table Micheal had prepared, she found him waiting patiently, his eyes watching her with a soft, lingering gaze.He pulled a chair out for her, a playful grin on his face. “You look a bit more alive now,” he teased lightly. “All set to enjoy the feast?”Yvonne smiled, trying to brush off her lingering shyness. “I’m not sure if I can eat all this. But I’ll try,” she replied, sitting down gracefully.Micheal leaned over, pouring her a glass of the refreshing mango-lime juice before sitting beside her. “You deserve a royal treatment after last night. I’ll be here to make sure you’re taken care of,” he said softly, his tone playful but caring.Yvonne chuckled, shaking her head at his sweetness. She picked up her fork, taking a bite of the saffron-infused lamb. The flavors burst on her tongue, rich and aromatic. “Mmm… Micheal, this is

The walk to the school was a pleasant one, though Yvonne’s nerves fluttered with each step, worried since she wouldn't be there to look after them. Jack, holding her hand in one of his, sprinted ahead occasionally, only to return to her side, bragging about how fast he could run. Lily was more composed, swinging Yvonne’s other hand playfully as they walked, occasionally glancing up at her mother. "Do you think the teacher will be as nice as you?" Lily asked suddenly, her voice curious but with a hint of worry. That was where Yvonne's true worries lies.The teachers had let the kids have their way, with the claim that they are just kids. Yvonne smiled down at her daughter, feeling her heart swell with love. "I’m sure she will be. Teachers are there to help you, just like I do." Micheal walked quietly beside them, listening to the twins' chatter but mostly observing Yvonne. She was trying her best to remain calm, but he could see the telltale signs of overthinking written on her

With a sigh, he sat at his desk and opened the file, scanning the pages with increasing irritation. Her father, Andrew Lawrence, was still the same cold and calculating man he had always been—a man who valued appearances and control above all else. Micheal couldn’t understand why Yvonne had been summoned back, especially after her family had exiled her so cruelly.According to the file, their life had been running smoothly. They had a few hiccups with allies recently but that had been immediately resolved. Businesses had their ups and down, so Micheal didn't think too far into that. If he could have his way, he would let them go bankrupt, come crawling to Yvonne for forgiveness and let them rebuild from scratch.He tapped his fingers restlessly on the desk, his mind racing. Something wasn’t right. The timing of this sudden summons, the fact that Yvonne had been kept at arm’s length for so long—it felt suspicious. And then there was his own family to worry about, his mother in particu

Yvonne stood at the entrance of the VIP meeting room, her hands gripping the strap of her purse tightly as she took a deep breath. The room before her was extravagant—polished marble floors glistened under the soft glow of chandeliers, walls adorned with intricate gold trimmings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a lush garden. The room radiated wealth, sophistication, and beauty, but to Yvonne, it felt as cold and stifling as ever.She had grown up in a similar luxurious setting, surrounded by the same sort of opulence, but she had never felt at home in it. The grandeur, the endless need for perfection—it had suffocated her, and now, standing here again, those old feelings crept up her spine, making her feel out of place despite the familiarity.She straightened her shoulders, pushing away the tension. No matter what, she would face this moment without letting it show how much her nerves rattled. She was no longer the fragile girl they had banished years ago. She had a new

Yvonne found herself silent, unable to tell him she wanted to leave.Satisfied at the fear in her eyes, he said authoritatively. “Your mother claimed you wish to meet here first before we head home, now let's go.”Maria glanced at her daughter, ready for an argument between the two but it never happened. As soon as Andrew turned around to exit the building, Yvonne followed behind like a robot.In less than 20 minutes, they had driven into the family estate Yvonne had strictly claimed she wouldn't visit. Yvonne’s heart pounded in her chest, her palms clammy as she followed her father into the grand dining room, the familiar, suffocating silence settling in as soon as they sat. Her eyes darted across the room, taking in the opulence of the space she once knew so well. Every inch was pristine, cold, and calculated—just like him.She had come across her picture still hung at the family momento spots in the living room and other medals she had won growing up and impressing her father.And